I talked to her on the telephone
She said to me ‘Man, leave me alone’
Well, she knows, life is a gas
Baby, baby, how it runs so fast
I asked her
if she’d want to have a cocktail
She said ‘No, man!’
‘If you touch me
I’m gonna pucha in jail’
sábado, 16 de fevereiro de 2008
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